Double Deal, Silent Response

The insistent buzz of my phone vibrated in my pocket, a tiny, insistent reminder of the message I’d just sent to Sarah. “Two sales, so proud and excited,” I’d typed, hoping for some reciprocation, some acknowledgment of the hard-won victory. But the phone remained silent, the screen a cool, unblinking stare. A small, irritating prickle of disappointment tugged at me as I pulled into our driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires of my pickup. This place, our little slice of rural bliss, felt strangely empty without her immediate response. The privacy we’d so meticulously cultivated – the high fence, the locked gates, even the secluded outdoor shower – now felt like a lonely barrier, reinforcing the distance between us.

As I stepped out of the truck, the humid evening air clinging to my skin, I saw her. Standing just beyond the porch, bathed in the fading light, she was a vision of languid beauty. Barefoot, she wore a simple, almost scandalous, white linen dress that barely skimmed her thighs. The lack of a bra was undeniably there, a provocative whisper against the pale curve of her chest. She wasn’t looking at me, just observing, her gaze distant and thoughtful. I felt a surge of anticipation, a primal pull that had been simmering beneath the surface since the first sale.

She moved with a fluid grace, approaching the truck with an effortless stride. As I fumbled with the door handle, she reached out and opened it for me, her hand lingering just a moment longer than necessary. It was a silent invitation, a subtle assertion of control that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. The unspoken question hung heavy in the air – was she still holding onto some lingering resentment over the recent argument? Or was this simply the natural consequence of a successful day’s work, a natural expression of her feelings for me?

Before I could even utter a word, her hand shot out, a swift, decisive movement that silenced my hesitant greeting. Her finger pressed firmly over my lips, a playful but firm command. It was a signal, a clear indication that she was in charge, and I was perfectly content to yield. She dropped to her knees before me, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing my attention entirely to her body. As she lowered her dress, a sliver of skin revealed the smooth, pale expanse of her vulva, a silent promise of pleasure to come. The zipper on my jeans parted with a soft, sensual rip, and my cock, heavy with anticipation, was pulled out and presented to her, a willing offering of devotion.

The speed with which I became hard was breathtaking. The sensation of her hand gently pulling back my foreskin, exposing the full, magnificent head of my member, was an intense, immediate response. Her tongue, warm and moist, swirled around it, a slow, deliberate exploration that ignited every nerve ending in my body. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume me entirely. My body responded instinctively, emitting low, guttural moans that echoed in the stillness of the evening. It wasn't just the physical pleasure, but the knowledge that she desired me, that she found me worthy of her attention and affection, that truly fueled the fire within me.

“I just wanted to congratulate you on those two sales,” she murmured, her voice a silken whisper against my ear. “I hope this makes you happy. I’m so proud of you.” Her words were a balm to my soul, a tangible expression of her love and admiration. As she rose to her feet, her movements graceful and unhurried, she loosened my trousers completely, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I stood there, a naked silhouette against the darkening sky, acutely aware of her presence, her power.

“Now, seeing that you’ve made two sales, it’s time that you make one deposit!” she declared, her voice laced with playful dominance. She leaned over, her arms resting lightly on the hood of my truck, pulling her dress down to reveal her nakedness in its entirety. Her pussy was glistening with moisture, a testament to her arousal. She spread her legs wide, offering herself completely, inviting me to partake in her pleasure. “Get behind me and show me what you’re made of. Get that boner into my pussy and make me cum for you!”

Without hesitation, I obeyed. Standing behind her, I entered her with a single, decisive movement. The sensation of her body molding around me, the brush of her skin against my testicles, sent shivers of pure pleasure through my system. Her wetness was astonishing, an almost shocking level of arousal. There was no resistance, no hesitation, just a complete and utter surrender to the moment. It was as if she had been anticipating this encounter for hours, preparing herself for my arrival.

As I pushed deeper, her gasps grew louder, more frantic. The pleasure was building, intensifying with each passing second. Then, with a sudden, explosive release, she climaxed, her body convulsing in a frenzy of sensation. Her wetness intensified, soaking into my clothes, clinging to my skin. Her pussy continued to pulse with pleasure, a clear indication that she was far from finished.

She stood up, shaking off the last vestiges of her arousal, and looked down at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know,” she said, her voice husky with pleasure, “I’ve been waiting for you all day.” As she leaned over and kissed me deeply, her wetness dripping onto my chest, I realized that this was just the beginning. The night stretched out before us, filled with endless possibilities, endless pleasures, and an endless supply of passion. The frustration of the earlier argument seemed to melt away, replaced by a feeling of profound connection, a shared understanding of our desires, our needs, our mutual satisfaction. The farm, once a lonely sentinel in the darkness, now felt like a sanctuary, a haven of intimacy and pleasure. The rain began to fall, a gentle, soothing rhythm that seemed to enhance the atmosphere, creating a sense of seclusion and sensuality. As we lay entwined, lost in each other's arms, I knew that this was a night we would never forget, a night that would forever bind us together. The scent of wet earth and blooming honeysuckle filled the air, mingling with the intoxicating aroma of her body. It was a perfect evening, a testament to our love, our desire, and our unwavering commitment to one another. The message on my phone remained unread, a forgotten detail in the midst of this overwhelming wave of sensation. It was a small price to pay for the immense pleasure that awaited me, a pleasure that I was more than willing to indulge in, without reservation, without hesitation.

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